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 Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 2:26 pm
He waited, perched on some old scaffolding of one of the unused factory spaces. The windows, like broken sunglass lenses, poured out frail light into the space, where below on the cement flooring stood a youma. Argwain was looking as rigid and somber as ever, not moving or showing any sense of being bored and, in the poor light, almost looked like a Sci-Fi display ready to be packed in a cart and shipped off. But there was nothing else here, and Wolframite waited in the dark, the only comfort he had being the open window nearby and the wide space to keep him from flashing back to terrible memories and new phobias cropping up.
This was an experiment, and simply thus. He knew senshi went after youma, and he wondered if the youma of a general would have a stronger signature and in turn, a stronger allure. He'd take back his findings to Zinkenite if it was successful.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 2:43 pm
It was the weekend, and as Such, Billy was making his usual weekend commute back to Destiny City. Sammy would have the run of his apartment while he was gone. There wasn't much the little ferret could get in to though, so he wasn't worried. Stepping off the buss, duffle bag slung over one shoulder, Billy made his usual arrangements, a room for the weekend at some crummy, cheap, motel, and then went about his usual business as Bismuthite. Of course, if he had known what awaited him this weekend, he could have saved the money and just made his reservation at the hospital instead. However, Bismuthite was no seer.
If he was, he would have been heading for Wolframite right then, rather than the club nearby, who's patrons were by now used to the oddly clad boy whom they had no idea was an agent of Chaos. He was just another guy with a slight winter caugh, wreaking havoc on his ill body and spreading his disease with the rest of the patrons.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 2:20 pm
As a rule, Gunn didn't bother with the youma anymore. She wasn't concerned with monsters of the inhuman sort; there were Princes and Princesses who could automatically destroy them, and younger senshi who needed the experience. Actually, as a rule she didn't much bother with anything on Earth anymore. She tended to prowl her own comet, and occasionally swing back when she ran out of food or needed to clear coal smoke from her lungs. Death by black lung would be agonizingly slow, but it was preferable to remaining on Earth and leaving clues as to who she was.
However, sometimes she would be heading back from grocery shopping and sense an aura she didn't expect that a first-stage senshi would be able to handle. Gunn, hardened from her time in the Blood Moon and harder still from living on a destroyed world, thought she'd be able to handle whatever horror story had popped up to prey on Destiny City's useless civilians.
It was a little puzzling, then, to see the youma standing stock-still in the middle of the abandoned factory. "Creepy," she decided, quietly; she balled up her fists, approaching as quietly as she could with her hood up to hide the distinctive red hair.
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 2:18 pm
It was just another day in Destiny City. Patrolling and killing youma was nothing new to the Super Senshi, although he'd made sure to steer clear of any large battles or higher powered individuals that might cause him injury or worse. There was only so much one could do when faced by Chaos and told by a talking cat that it was his responsibility (and others like him), to kill youma and all this other nonsense, like looking for some Moon Queen to save them all in the end.
At first it was just a joke, although he greatly enjoyed the extra powers he'd been given upon powering up. Super strength and the ability to jump higher than ever had him powering up more often than not. In fact, if he could get away with not crossing the path of a youma and just enjoy himself out on the town, then that was preferable.
The energy of not only the youma, but the Eternal senshi as well, had drawn the older teen to the warehouse that night. He'd rarely met others with powers stronger than his own (mostly because he avoided them) but when the opportunity presented itself, he never minded teaming up with another.
"Did you want this one for yourself?" he called out to the senshi, eyes at the back of her skirt rather than up where her face would be if she turned around. There was no doubt that she'd already sensed his approach (he was only a Super Senshi, after all), but seeing as there was a youma in their midst... well... he didn't want to distract her too badly. His arms were crossed over his chest as he observed her for a few more moments, before shifting his attention to the youma lurking further in the darkness.
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Posted: Wed Feb 22, 2012 7:34 pm
Argawain was a very obedient youma, and did as instructed. Still, as a statue, and waited. Bait didn't work as a good lure if it was jumping and throwing around large lance arms. No. It was best to look as if he could have stood in a castle. A very strange, dark castle that was full of Negaverse energy.
Wolframite waited, and saw a hooded figure, and then another senshi. It wasn't exactly what he was going for, but it at least provided him the information that senshi were drawn to Negaverse energy like moths to the flame, and simply being around a youma, especially one belonging to a agent who was more powerful than the everyday youma, attracted at least a bit of attention.
Two starseeds was what Wolframite saw, and if he could possibly use them to then set an example for other senshi, say.....send another voice recording or even a few pictures to pass on to the other senshi, then it was worth this experiment.
Time to cut off their escape routes.
Wolframite landed at the entrance, jumping from the scaffolding down below and landing with a crunch of his booths. "Creepy? I think he looks rather handsome. What do you think, Aragwain?" The knight grunted a deep growl as he came to life and held out his lance, ready to attack.
"Oh, I think he feels insulted."
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