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 Posted: Mon Jan 30, 2012 7:19 pm
She'd been tracking him for some time. Some time meaning the last ten minutes or so, but tracking was tracking. Flitting from chimney to rooftop, Kallichore's power signature was no doubt traceable. She made no real effort to hide herself while bouncing, Pepe LePeu style, along after the captain. He had blue hair and a billowing coat not unlike Benitoite. Ah, those silly captains, thinking they can get away with harming people. What happened to the energy if a captain dropped it was something she didn't know, but she was curious to find out.
He was dropping from high places on ledges above alleys to drain whoever happened to be there at the time - be they drunks, homeless, drug dealers... Some were not innocent, but Kallichore didn't concern herself often with the moral standing of the victim. She just wanted to put an end to the crime and nail whoever was perpetrating it. It gave her satisfaction.
So when the captain dropped again to jump a drug deal in progress, the dealer and the customer yelled and scattered. Kallichore then found that as her opportune time to swoop in for the kill, so to speak. She backed up and got a good running start before attempting to slam into the captain as he fell. Her wings fluttered and belts flapped in the wind. It never ceased to amaze her how fast she could move when she put her mind to it, really. The drug dealer had bolted towards her and then scrambled to the side, barreling into a trash can before screaming down the street.
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 1:50 am
Everything was going so well. So well that Jarosite had forgotten to check for power signatures as he dropped into the drug deal. It was simple enough, knock one out so he could drain the other, then go for the knocked out one, leave both still alive but unconcious, and be on his way.
It really shouldn't have surprised him when she fell out of the sky onto him. The Captain when barrelling into the ground, barely able to get his arms up to save his face from the concrete. He tumbled and skidded across the ground, his clothes saving his skin from most of the damage. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, the familiar feel of his daggers filling them. He flipped himself around into a crouch and stared up at his assailant.
Oh just wonderful. A butt winged senshi. A butt winged senshi with tits. What the hell was it with female senshi exposing their cleavage to the world? First Albiero, now this one.
IT WASN'T RIGHT. IT JUST WASN'T RIGHT.
He glared at her, if only to keep his eyes from her cleavage.
"How nice of you to... drop in, Butt Wings."
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 6:17 pm
Kallichore shifted her weight and regarded him with a sullen stare. For a captain, she was glad to see him right himself so quickly. She felt rather like a monster when she beat on those who couldn't even protect themselves. A little fight was good, she thought. "You looked lonely, Captain. I thought I'd be nice and pay you a visit."
The shrieking from down the street was fading away the further the druggies got from the fight just starting. The eternal was wondering what sort of weapon she'd have to deal with now. She felt almost sorry for lieutenants, who had nothing more than toys that would be annoying at best. Her crimson form starting walking towards the crouched Negaverse officer slowly, like a prowling female lion. Her eyes never left him, and even then she didn't realize he was staring at her chest.
"You'll have to tell your superiors that you ran into a problem this evening." She leaned over, not realizing it was exposing even more of her chest (which thankfully was held in check by belts. Thank god for that fuku motif.) "Now are you going to play nice, or are we going to have to have words?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 4:55 pm
Oh great. Just what she needed. Her chest closer to his face. He swallowed thickly and forced his eyes to hers. And really, that was such a lame line. He waited a moment, concentrating, and his knives materialized into his hands. He gripped the handles, enjoying their feel in his fingers, and kept them relatively hidden. Jarosite did most of his fighting with his boots, but the knives were always good to use as well.
"Oh I think you know the answer, Butt Wings. I think words will be had." He smirked at her and shot up into her. He attempted to catch her in the stomach with a punch and the butt of his knife. He'd spun the weapon around so the tip pointed behind him. No sense in shedding blood.
Yet.
And it totally wasn't in a way to try to cut through the belts. Nope. Not at all.
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