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 Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 1:21 pm
Eternal Sailor Chaonis was feeling that periodic pent up mess of emotions that struck him every now and then. He needed a good fight, and he needed one stat.
At least that was the good thing about all these new enemies popping up with all their stupid ideals and ridiculous efforts to crush the White Moon, which would never happen as long as Chaonis was around and fighting. It gave him plenty of faces to punch, and guts to kick in.
He had youma to pick from, but they were boring and good fights with them actually infuriated him. He thought youma were beneath him: newbies fought them to get stronger. He was supposed to be well above that now. Finding youma that actually made him work just pissed him off. It was like when a kid online was better at a game than he was. It just wasn't right.
Then there were the Negaverse, corrupt senshi and the dark senshi. They were all lumped in together in his head. He didn't care about their personal fights: he just knew they were all enemies, they were all bad guys, and he was going to beat them up until they stopped fighting.
Maybe a little after.
He was walking through the park, usually a prime location for fights, already pumped up.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 9:21 pm
Remarque was in a similar boat to Chaonis; he was craving some sort of fight. It wasn’t that he was in a particularly hostile mood or that he had a collection of emotions just waiting to burst out, but instead that he needed a break from his now almost boring routine. Though he still boxed, he hadn’t been in a match in months, and his last battle with a knight or senshi had been weeks ago.
There was the sensation of pressure building up on his chest and a tingle that ran from his fingertips to his toes. His blood pressure was higher than usual, though that wasn’t something he was very concious of. He had been reckless of late, and tonight was no different. He hadn’t been the least bit discrete while out gathering energy, and was making absolutely no effort to keep himself hidden. Albeit being late enough that most sane, law abiding people were at safe at home, there was still a certain sort of tact Remarque applied when searching for energy to prevent any unnecessary hostile encounters.
Tonight, he had discarded his typical routine completely. He didn’t stick to the shadows, didn’t take soft steps, didn’t move slowly. His outfit alone made him stick out. He’d gathered more energy tonight than he ever had before, and showed no signs of letting up. He was hoping, at the very least, he could wear himself out. Years of endurance training combated his efforts easily.
Vaguely aware of the aura of someone aligned with order in the area drawing closer, he didn’t seem fazed. There was an obvious difference in energy and, while Remarque was itching for some distortion of normality, he wasn’t about to charge someone who already had such an advantage. Not that he thought he’d lose if there was any some conflict—which was why he hadn’t slipped through one of the many mirrors in the area. He had a small collection of energy drained homeless that he was discarding into the mirror in front of him; he heaved the heavier of the remaining two he’d piled up near the mirror and half tossed, half shoved the man through the mirror. He stood up, hands on his hips, and leaned backwards to crack his back before turning his attention to the second unconscious man.
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 11:28 am
Chaonis easily found the part of the park that Remarque was working in, wondering just why there were mirrors in the facsimile of nature. It didn't seem to make sense, but he supposed they had all the answers and were so super prepared for their amazing righteousness that anything was possible.
He tilted his head at the dark senshi, a grin curling the corner of his lips upwards dangerously.
"So you guys what, recruit homeless people to do your work for you? I suddenly understand why you all suck so bad."
The pent up Senshi of Danger cracked his knuckles, sauntering closer without any sense of regard for defense or caution. He didn't care if he was underestimating his opponent: that would just make the fight better. Either way, he wasn't going to lose to some fake senshi traitor.
"Let's see if you can actually keep up with a real opponent."
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 7:52 pm
Remarque turned to face Chaonis, a brow raising on his face. He gave the male a short look over. Built, so he assumed was practiced in the art of fighting. Power level higher than his, so he obviously had experience in his role. Looking for a fight, so confident in his skills. And yet, Remarque wasn’t really disturbed.
No, that would have been the logical thing to do when spotting an opponent with an advantage and a power level higher than your own. He might have been looking for something outside of the ordinary, though perhaps running into an eternal order aligned senshi was a little too out of the ordinary. Instead of taking proper caution and formulating an escape plan for if things turned sour, he lazily mimicked Chaonis’ dark grin. “Oh. Well, you tell me when you find one and I’ll let you know how it turns out.”
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 12:27 pm
"It's true, I'm not an opponent for you, but I can dumb my skills down enough to at least give you a fighting chance."
It had been a while since he found another male to fight. That might not have been important to most people, but to him it was a big deal. Maybe he was a little sexist, but there was something to fighting a bunch of girls. Maybe it was just the way they moved, the way they talked or the way they chose to fight. He had had some incredible fights against them.
He supposed it was just the novelty of male opponents at this point.
Watching Remarque for half a second more, Chaonis clenched his hands into fists and lunged at the Dark senshi, pulling his fast back low for an upper cut. He was not going to waste too much time on banter: he was hoping for a fight, as per usual, and he was going to get one.
Damn it.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 4:38 pm
Remarque could appreciate an opponent who would rather get right to the point; from previous experiences, most senshi would rather throw some insults, then putter around for a bit, then maybe throw a blow, then run away. Albeit the goal of the Court he served was to convert the senshi, the moment the male in front of him opened his mouth, he knew that trying to win him over was going to be a fruitless effort.
And he was too wound up to resist a fight, anyway.
That Chaonis was going to attack wasn’t a question of “if” but rather, “when,” and so when the eternal senshi moved, Remarque was waiting to dodge. Just because he’d been practicing on upper body work at the gym recently didn’t mean that he’d been neglecting his footing, and far too many matches in boxing had taught him the value of swift feet.
Chaonis’s fists were a scant few inches from colliding with Remarque, though the power behind the blow was as obvious as if it had made contact. “Your form is hideous,” Remarque mocked. “Is this your first fight or something?”
He moved to throw a blow of his own, fist curled and swung towards the male’s stomach. There was a disadvantage in fighting with fists, in that with every blow you threw you had to be aware of the probably of receiving one in return.
Remarque was so thrilled to have someone to fight that he wasn’t the slightest bit worried about collateral damage.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2012 1:56 pm
Chaonis was not one to follow anyone's guidance, so Remarque was right in assuming trying to turn him was a hopeless effort. He barely followed the rules of his own 'team', and generally he set his own standards and regimes to follow. When he felt like it. No Senshi, Knight, or agent of Chaos would have any luck with convincing him to go against his own ideas of the world.
Even his dad couldn't do that.
But for all his cockiness and pomp, he knew who he was. He had his convictions and he was loyal to his friends, however few they might be and if they knew it or not. That was all that was important to him. That, and punching enemies (or people who bothered him... or people who looked like they could use a good punching) in the face.
That was his goal at the moment.
"You expecting ballet? You should worry about throwing your own punches then how I throw mine," he grunted, letting the other go for the punch. His plastic-like armor would go a small way in dampening the hit, at least. And Chaonis often took hits in order to get in surprise ones of his own. He was fast, his rank aiding him there, though he was winded when contact was made. He used that moment, swinging his fist up, almost brushing Remarque's fist as it passed, at the underside of the DMC senshi's jaw.
Close combat was one of his favorite things, and the thrill was unmatched.
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 11:41 pm
Well. He should have seen that one coming. Remarque often fought with the same method Chaonis had just displayed—take a hit to land one. And Chaonis had landed a good one. Remarque’s jaw cracked, and though he felt a searing pain, when he tried to open his mouth everything felt normal enough.
Remarque wasn’t a coward by any means, but a quick analysis of the scene told him several things.
Chaonis was by far the most skilled senshi he’d ever faced. He was also the strongest. Even Celsus, of which Remarque had tussled with on a few occasions, had not managed to land a blow as good as the one Chaonis had delivered. Remarque might not be outnumbered, but at the very least, he was outmatched. Chaonis’ power was well above his own—something that infuriated him.
He didn’t like to think he wasn’t at the top of the food chain, but the evidence was right in front of him, knocking him with one hell of an uppercut.
Remarque was forced to rationalize—could he really beat this guy, or was he just going to take a licking and hope to make it out alive? The thought of death was far from his mind; he was too young and confident to ever think of his own mortality.
All that he knew for now was that if Chaonis was going to keep landing blows like that, Remarque was about to get screwed. The fist to the underside of his jaw was clue enough to start formulating some sort of backup plan if things continued in that matter. For now though, he just grit his teeth and threw a harsh right hook towards the male’s side; it landed, though he wasn’t sure how much of the force was felt given that he threw his fist blindly and that shortly after—instead of just standing there to continue exchanging blows—he backed a few feet away from Chaonis to avoid taking another hit above the neck; this one was already starting to throb and he really didn’t want to have to listen to Raven b***h about how bad he looked with a bruised up face.
“I might as well worry about your form,” he scoffed—a late response as he rubbed at his sore jaw. “It’s not like you’re any sort of threat. How long have you been doing this for, anyway?”
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 2:51 pm
The Eternal Senshi was strong, but that was not what made him as dangerous as his sphere implied. No, it was more the fact that he knew who he was, what he was, and used that as a scapegoat. He knew he was Danger, and that was an excuse to be dangerous. Reckless, even. He knew he was strong, as well, and that gave him all the cockiness of someone who had never lost a fight, and never would. Even if he had lost many, and would lose them time and again.
He simply did not accept defeat.
And he had fun with it all. He fought for himself, not for an ideal or a promise. He knew he was protecting his friends, his fellow senshi, and all those stupid helpless people out there, but they didn't come to the forefront of his mind whenever he went out on patrol. His goal was to hurt the bad guys, as simple as that. It allowed him to focus on the thing he found he had the most fun with, anyway. Fighting was when he was at his prime.
But he was also very good at creating rivals, and motivating those around him to kick his a**. That was a trade off he was more than willing to make though: if his opponent got away to try again later, he expected a much better fight the second time.
Not that he wanted to let them escape.
He grunted as he was struck in the side, body tensing and curling on instinct toward the point of contact, while at the same time pulling him away from the injury. He was grinning, though it had clearly hurt him. Or maybe that was why he was grinning. It was hard to say with him, sometimes.
He swung as Remarque was pulling back, but it missed because they had both put some distance between them. Chaonis grinned broadly at his opponent, though there was a wince.
"Long enough to know I can break your jaw if you're sloppy," he said, not so much a threat as it was a promise. He charged forward again, pulling his fist back and looking like he was putting a lot of force behind the coming attack.
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 4:54 pm
If he was sloppy was the key there—and Remarque had no intention of showing Chaonis any weakness. The Eternal senshi had shown no trepidation in attacking, forcing Remarque to act quickly so as not to give to other male any more of an upper hand than he had already.
Unfortunately, Chaonis was already closing the distance between them—fast. Instinct took over in that instant and Remarque felt coerced to play a card that just felt wrong; this was a fist fight, but it wasn’t going to end as just that. Severely outmatched, he knew that there could still be grace in retreat and—hell, anything was better than outright losing.
“Remarque Captive Audience,” he called, words spilling hastily. The reaction was almost instant—strings descended from the sky, coiling around the majority of Chaonis’ joints and adding an odd weight as they gripped him. It wasn’t nearly enough to stop the male’s charge, however, and did little—if anything—to lessen the blow he delivered to the side of Remarque’s face.
The pain wasn’t totally instant, perhaps because Remarque had braced himself for it, but they were quick to set in. First was the warmth that spiked into a throb. The throb pulsated into an almost searing pain. The semi searing pain evolved into a sensation Remarque might have compared to a stab, and for a split second, he wondered if Chaonis had drawn some sort of knife. He certainly tasted blood, though assumed that if Chaonis had gotten him with some hidden blade he’d be seeing a lot more of it.
Recoiling, Remarque had stumbled back a step, resisting the urge to rub at the cheek Chaonis had struck. Not quite a physical attack of his own, he could at least take solace in the fact that the strings were doing their job—in throwing the punch, Chaonis had nearly breached the four foot radius the strings would allow and, an entity of their own, they were trying to tug him back to where he was when Remarque first cast the spell.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 12:22 pm
Captive what now?
Chaonis sometimes forgot that dark senshi could use magic, just like real senshi could. He also sometimes forgot that it could be freaking annoying when they did. Usually they used their magic like Negas did their teleporting powers: to get the hell out of there when they were losing.
Like pussies.
He found strings or spider webs or something were wrapped around his limbs, which he did not enjoy at all. They slowed him up, stopping him completely, and he tugged and pulled against the restraints now. His focus was off of Remarue, his attack mostly impeded. At least he had been able to land something: not the face breaking punch he had been aiming for but still.
"Damn it! This is a cheap a** move! Let me go and get back here to fight!" Chaonis bellowed, pulling himself forward, trying to chase after Remarque. He didn't think one of his own moves would be very useful in this situation, but he was on the borderline of using it just because he was pissed.
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 4:11 pm
“Sorry,” Remarque apologized without the slightest bit of remorse. “This as been fun and all, but I’ve got places to be. People to drain.”
He didn’t have a stopwatch on him, nor had he used his attack enough to have a good grip of how long it was going to last—especially on an opponent as strong as Chaonis. Remarque didn’t intend to waste any more time. His adrenaline was pumping enough that he hardly felt a toll on his body when he heaved the body of the unconscious male he’d already drained earlier.
The mirror—his escape—was just a few feet away, which he crossed as quickly as he could without looking like he was rushing to get out of there. “It’s been fun,” Remarque added on his way to the mirror, careful to avoid getting within reach of Chaonis. The strings gripping Chaonis were loosening, and several had already fallen away from the eternal senshi.
“We’ll have to finish this some other time. Later,” Remarque said, half tossing the homeless man through the mirror as he started walking through. He had no intention of wasting time to look back at Chaonis and, though he was unwilling to show it to the male’s face, cringed as another throb radiated from where he’d been hit. He was looking forward to putting some ice on the injury before it swelled too much, though he doubted he’d be spared some bruising.
Still, if he could get away with a few bruises, he counted himself lucky. It felt dirty to just flee like that, but he was able to reason that it was for the better good—so he didn’t waste all this energy he was supposed to be collecting. There would be other times to get into a good brawl—when he wasn’t so blatantly overpowered.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 1:42 pm
Chaonis grunted as he tried to free himself, furious and mostly embarrassed by the whole terrible end to this fight. He hated s**t like this. Traps and bullshit power downs and the sort: why couldn't people just fight with their fists?
Because they would lose to him, clearly.
He struggled to free himself and managed to get let go. Whether it was his doing or the spell wearing off was anyone's guess, but it didn't matter. He looked around and saw his opponent had already disappeared.
Goddamn chicken s**t dark senshi, he thought ruefully.
He dusted himself off and looked around, as if making sure no one else had seen that. He looked around and then grumped his way off, to go back home and nurse his injured pride by burying himself in video games and snapping at his father for no apparent reason to the elder Darrow. Life as normal, really.
But he would not forget the fight, and make sure Remarque got his in the end.
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