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 Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 12:58 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 1:57 pm
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Remarque’s steps slowed and he paused, glancing over his shoulder to eye the source of the voice. He looked Sirius up and down, simultaneously allowing her words to sink in. If he was bothered or phased by either her presence or her words, he didn’t show it. Instead, he casually turned to face her, resting his hands on his hips.
There was still a lot he didn’t know about Ares; he had known what the court had told him and scant else. He took more insult at being called a toy than the criticism of his queen. “If I’m one of her new toys, I suppose that makes you one of her old ones?” he prompted, though he offered little time for her to answer before he continued, smirk drifting to his face, “What did you do to make her throw you away? Were you just not…up to her standards?”
He was cocky, yes, and admittedly very ignorant to much that occurred before the events that had taken place before the time he spent on the Surrounding. What information he had gathered had been a combination from the court her served and the Negaverse agents he’d bumped into while out gathering energy. He hadn’t heard anything from any order aligned senshi, though was already biased against whatever claims they made.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 12:19 pm
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"I wasn't thrown away, I just said no. Free choice and all that." She looked at him and his cocky attitude and just smiled. Ares had been all about the killing, no saving, all got to die that was before she had turned. She had been so stupid doing that, the potential in her...
"So what made you 'up to her standards' do anything special? Kill someone maybe? She does like torturing and murder but you must already know that." She looked at him, watching for anything to see whether he had the slightest idea.
"Hows Wolframite? He and Ares must get on so well... Guessing Tanzanite must be tolerating her... and Uranophane, guess she must love having you lot about too." These names she had no idea if he knew who they were, Sirius knew, she knew their screams and their cries as Ares tortured them to get information out of them. She had seen dead lieutenants where Ares had tortured them to death. However it seemed this cocky senshi didn't know the monster he served.
"You tortured anyone yet? Any poor unsuspecting senshi maybe? Oh no wait... a princess, she would want one of them first." Like Chronos, but she hadn't gone for the princess on the Surrounding. She had just left scratch marks on Sirius's cheek and took Requiem and left.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 3:09 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 3:14 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 3:59 am
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"You make the mistake in thinking we won't find out." She just smiled. She was going to make sure they knew all of the DMC, found out their fighting styles and their weaknesses. All it took was to battle them a couple of times, it wasn't exactly hard. He was newer then she realised.
"If Ares leaves you, your dead." She laughed at his naivety. "The negaverse hate you, they hate you because they hate Ares. They don't kill you because Ares is clever." She wished she knew how they had come to the arrangement, surely Tanzanite would have wanted Ares dead. "Anyway without Ares protecting you all, your fair game to them. We won't even have to hunt you down, it would make life so much easier." She couldn't help but smile, if she was learning something it was that these senshi knew nothing or Ares, knew nothing of her past and she wasn't teaching them either.
"So you going to stand there all day?" Sirius was going to make sure she learnt everything she could from this. So far she knew Ares wasn't teaching them, that they were severely brainwashed and now she wanted to know how they fought.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 8:09 pm
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Remarque was not foolish enough to not realize when someone was baiting him, but in this instance, conversation was going nowhere. The senshi in front of him had already expressed interest in battling, and Remarque was never one to disappoint. He found her prattling verging on both pointless and redundant; Ares was their leader, not their caretaker. She gave the orders, he followed. If she wasn’t around to give the orders, he’d make due. Even if that meant dealing with the White Moon and the Negaverse simultaneously.
“Pushy, pushy,” Remarque grumbled. He curled his hand into a fist and lurched, as interested to see how she was going to deal with this as he assumed she was to assess him. Perhaps he was a bit careless, as he neither invested his full strength or speed in the attack, though aimed the punch towards Sirius’ stomach.
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 1:59 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2012 10:25 am
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Well. Apparently having frozen balls didn’t help when exposed to blunt force. Remarque’s face contorted into an expression of grotesque pain. Sure, it wasn’t the first time someone had kicked him in his most vulnerable region, but usually in back street brawls and drunken fights you expect that sort of thing.
Fighting a senshi? –And a girl one, at that?
Well, ********. If that hadn’t taught Remarque a lesson, nothing would.
Rage and pain and the desire for revenge fueled his actions, though the pain from Sirius’ blow reverberated right down to his fingertips. He’d have loved to flop down and just suck in a few good breaths while his body recalibrated, but he figured if he gave Sirius any openings, she was more than going to take advantage of them.
Her first kick had struck gold, but he wasn’t going to let her get away with a second one. Borderline dizzy and with a strange urge to vomit, Remarque was ready to be done with this whole affair.
Sirius seemed, well, rather serious about killing him, and death was absolutely not on the menu for that evening. Which meant, as much as he loved a tussle, he was going to have to get out of here soon. Matches in the ring were one thing, but she’d just gotten in a good blow and his body was screaming at him to calm the ******** down and get some ice on that thing.
Fists were his primary weapons, but in situations like this, sometimes you just had to make due with what you had when you had it—and right now, he had an opening. Her kick left her legs out of the picture, her arms were trying to lock around his. He was as distracted with trying to keep his own footing and fend off her newest kick, and jerking his arms to avoid hers—but he still had his head, and that was a damn fine weapon on its own.
In a show of raw, brute force, he lurched, head butting her as hard as he could in her neck.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2012 4:20 pm
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Remarque finally hit a spot of luck when he managed to send Sirius toppling backwards. Retreat was unlike him, though this girl was fierce and his ability to fight had been drastically compromised. He had backed up a bit to put more distance between them so he could try and gauge an appropriate action.
He couldn’t fight like this; his entire body felt like it was on fire after her head. He couldn’t run—it had been hard enough to shuffle backwards. It took a remarkable amount of self control not to just protectively cup his groin and try to find some way to alleviate the pain, though he wasn’t going to make a fool of himself in front of her.
A very brief twinge of panic fell through him when his back hit something solid and he reached out a hand to try and identify the object without turning around. He didn’t want to take his eyes off of Sirius, as that seemed like a mistake that could cost him greatly. His fingers brushed against a surprisingly cold, smooth material and he stiffened when he gripped an equally familiar, canvas-textured cloth.
A mirror.
A strategically placed, mildly hidden mirror.
He had not put it there himself, though he had used it several times to teleport into the area when he was looking for trouble.
Exposing it now would mean Sirius knew its location, but it also gave him the exit he needed. Remarque was much rather willing to sacrifice a mirror than he was himself. Tearing the fabric that half hid the grimy mirror, Remarque couldn’t help but smirk.
“Sirius,” he said, voice husky with pain. “…It’s been fun, but I think I’ve had about enough of it. It’s a pity Ares threw you away, I think you make a great toy.”
He winked, still trying to disguise the pain. It had ebbed a bit, though that was hardly saying much. Behind him, the smooth glass rippled as he took a step back. He was still smirking when the rest of him slipped through the mirror.
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