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 Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2011 3:48 pm
This was ridiculous.
Domeykite sighed to himself as he strolled through the dimly lit park, headphones hanging loosely around his neck and blaring something akin to a screech set to beat. In one hand he carried his megaphone but let it hang limply down at his side, as if it were more a burden than a weapon.
He felt silly in the black and green get up, even more so for having to carry around something that was useless anywhere but a sporting event. His patrols, to date (as few as there were), had never turned up anything even remotely interesting and he was beginning to loathe the time he spent doing so. He would have much preferred being at his computer with a cold soda in hand, working on the information that Zinkenite had given him.
But no, there were other requirements to his new double life. Energy gathering and Senshi-heckling were just a couple.
His steps were unenthusiastic and the soles of his boots scuffed the ground with each step, like he had no will power left to pick them up completely. With each scuff he tapped his megaphone against his leg, beating a fidgety rhythm in time to his blaring music. The night was passing by slower than molasses and he hadn't seen a civilian or silly alien in a skirt since he'd stepped foot in the park. It was going to be one long, dreadfully boring night.
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Posted: Tue Dec 27, 2011 3:38 pm
He felt a bit like the crazy one with the pointy stick, but at the same time he didn’t feel as, well, potent. Annwn didn’t have as much experience with the Negaverse as some other knights might have, he’d fought a few Youma true enough but beyond that he’d only –really- met Painite.
The idea behind being a knight, or a page was of course to stop ‘evil doers’, even if they seemed to be rather low-end evil doers, but then again as fantastic as it looked in books he wasn’t about to say //Halt Villain//, though he should really do something.
“Excuse me!” He called. “What are you about?” well that sounded, ridiculous.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 4:17 pm
What in the hell?
Domeykite turned to find the.. whatever he was staring at him after a very odd attempt at getting his attention. A hand slipped up and touched something on the headphones around his neck that immediately made the sound die down - not entirely, but enough that he wasn't straining to hear the guy.
"What am I about?" He was stalling. For one, he'd never seen anything like this guy. He'd never seen a senshi at all but this certainly didn't seem to be one. Yet there was still that annoyingly positive charge about him that he'd been told to watch for. More and more he was beginning to wish the Negaverse had a damn handbook.
"I'm patrolling, you know, looking for silly girls in skirts to bop over the head." He waved his megaphone slightly for emphasis, and then used it to point at the thing in the guy's hand. He didn't seem very impressed by it or whatever purpose it served. "Are you an intergalactic forest ranger or something?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 6:20 pm
The knight looked down at the shoddy antler in his grip and then gave a small shrug. He couldn’t say it was much to be feared either, hard to argue with the assessment of his costume either. “Something like that, Annwn, Page of Earth.” He said trying to sound confident and proud of it the way that Camelot did. It wasn’t working very well.
“You’re Negaverse, right?” He said shifting his stance slightly. Why couldn’t his weapon have been something a little more useful like, a paint ball gun?
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 7:50 pm
"What in the ******** is a Page?" He narrowed his eyes at the shifty character, as if he were trying to decide if the guy was pulling a trick on him, but he.. seemed serious enough. He was going to have to drill Zinkenite later about this.
But the guy definitely seemed to know who he was.
He tapped the open end of his megaphone against the flat of his palm, taking a few steps closer to him with a growing smirk. Domeykite seemed a lot more confident in his position than Annwn did, but then, he could at least bludgeon someone with the thick end of his joke of a weapon.
"Damn right I'm a Negaverser," cocky too, "which means we're probably enemies, hm?" He was still taking closer and closer steps, albeit slow.
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 12:36 pm
Laoise had at least some common sense: she trailed Annwn quite a bit, whenever she had nothing better to do, but she always trailed him from above. Out of sight on a building up and to the left, when he had confronted the Negaverse lieutenant, Lee had also drawn to a halt, leaning forward dangerously far over the lip of the building. This was the first time she'd seen him in confrontation with someone, and she honestly had no idea how he'd do.
Thus far, it wasn't promising. The boy's lines were stiff and awkward, and he held his weapon in a way that bespoke hesitation to both Domeykite and Laoise alike, gave the feeling that he didn't know how to use it -- or lacked faith in it. A bad thing, that.
As the lieutenant began to step in, Lee hissed and shot a look around, searching out the fire escape. She wanted to get closer to this encounter.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 7:05 pm
“I kill youma, does that help?” He said watching the young man carefully, he seemed confidant and that might be a good or a bad thing ultimately. The megaphone could be a rather irritating took when compared to a half broken antler that would likely shatter of he did more than swat with it. “To the best of my knowledge you take energy from civilians, so… yes.” He didn’t do so well making speeches and such things.
“I am going to assume asking you to stop won’t do a bit of good will it.” He asked arching an eyebrow feeling at least a little glad for the height difference between them. Even small advantages were good ones. Plus how good could a kid who looked that young be at scrapping…right?
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 4:15 pm
"Well, I don't know about the helping bit, but it certainly makes you the enemy. If you'd stop killing them we might not need so much energy, you know." He didn't know if that was true or not because he honestly had very little idea about how youma were made or where they came from, but it sounded like a damn good bluff in his opinion.
"Not a damn bit. Just like I assume asking you to come work for us won't do much either, eh?"
He stopped a few feet short of Annwn and held his hands out in a beckoning way, as if he were so confident in himself that he'd let the Page take the first shot. "So we'd probably have a go at this."
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 1:42 pm
Light paws made almost no sound, even against the metal fire escape, something that usually rang with each footstep. Even had Laoise been twice the size, three times the size, maybe even had she been human sized, she could have made her way down quietly, bouncing from one step to the other, barely a blur in the dark.
Once she hit the asphalt, she slowed: stuck close to the shadows, her head down and tail back, huddling as well out of sight as she could. This was Annwn's fight, of course, but she could still put herself carefully in place, so that should he go down she'd have one clear shot to drive the mouthy officer off.
Just hit him, boy. The thought rattled in her head, narrowed her eyes. Annoyed. Why was Annwn still talking?
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 10:24 am
“If you’d stop making them, you might not need such energy collection!” He snapped back and took a swing at the young man’s head. Part of him wanted to feel terrible about the age difference between them. But there was a greater part that said you had to stand up for what you believed in, that there was something wrong in what this young man was doing and that if he wasn’t taught that there were consequences that he might never find his way out of the darkness.
His weapon was pathetic, but at least his hands worked, besides at least he was up against someone who was armed with a megaphone, it felt like even ground on that front at least.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 5:56 pm
s**t.
Domeykite barely managed to duck as the Page swung at him and, if he'd been even average height, he probably would have taken the blow right to the face. As it was he managed to squat down at the last second as the fist passed overhead, skimming his puff of hair close enough that he felt it.
"Wish we could, bro," he grunted through gritted teeth, then launched himself forward at the other guy. He had no plan of attack, he couldn't even line himself up to throw a punch. He simply attempted to tackle him and throw them both to the ground - at least he might not be at a loss of height there.
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 7:51 am
Opportunity lost: the pair of them went down in a tangle and Laoise hunkered lower, her ears pressed back and mouth parting in a faint, frustrated hiss. Quiet, it probably wouldn't even catch their attention, was barely a whisper of sound in the night. A breath of annoyance. It didn't make her feel better.
Now they were entwined, and there was very little Lee could do. She shot a quick look around, eyes locking on a trashcan not too far away, and began her slow, prowling move once more. From hiding place to hiding place, she kept her head down and her tail flat, rumbling with annoyance.
This was Annwn's fight, she reminded herself, and she was merely support. And yet. She itched to get in there to help him, wished she had the weight and the shape to pull it off. Watched them with glittering yellow-green eyes.
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 6:42 pm
He took the impact of the tackle and twisted with it, trying to turn it so that the youth landed under him not over him. Honestly he’d settle for both of them landing on their sides, even with the advantage of reach he didn’t want to be trapped under someone else.
“Maybe someday, everyone has their excuses eh?” He quipped as soon as they had landed trying to push free, however he could so that he could regain he feet and the advantage of height.
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