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 Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 1:21 pm
Super Sailor Remarque had both hated and loved winter for as long as he could remember. His mother would tell him, when he was still just a baby, he would stare out into the snow with wide-eyed wonder, bundled up in her lap. When he grew up a bit, he would venture out into the cold—short, frequent trips into the snow covered yard—and always return to her with a handful of snow.
And get sick.
He had learned quickly that, while snow was fascinating and lovely to look at, one could not hope to spend much time out in it without catching a chill. As he grew, so did his immune system, but too many miserable sick days left him loathing the winter. No longer was snow something he revered—it was just a nuisance. Grown men couldn’t play in the snow without suffering some sort of judgment from society, so Remarque did not play, and because he couldn’t play, he hated the snow and it’s bitter, frozen clutches.
In winter, he loved nothing more than a good, long workout session and a steaming bath afterwards—forget the snow.
Unless, say, you’re trying to gather energy in it and can’t forget it because it goes up to your ******** calves.
He had been out for nearly an hour and had covered very little ground; he felt self concious about leaving a trail of footprints from the mirror, so he’d spent a good ten minutes kicking the snow around the mirror so that anyone who felt like tracking wouldn’t be suddenly perplexed when the footsteps both came and left from the mirror. It would be a good ********, but he didn’t want to deal with anyone smashing down his favorite mirror.
Remarque had just nearly made it to the back alleys notorious for drug dealers and miscreants and felt very much like a cat with sandbags tied to its feet as he lifted his leg high to step over the snow. His feet and lower legs were numb, but he was determined—as always—to gather energy regardless of the weather or his own state of being.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 6:00 pm
She wasn’t used to this. And, frankly, she wasn’t sure she would ever be used to this. This…urge to go out and walk around the city, the urge and desire to protect those that needed it. She had never really meant to go out again after the meeting with Camelot, but, she would always find herself drifting to thoughts about protecting others, and sure enough, that silly powder puff would appear in front of her, and it always was so compelling just to take it and become Caelian once more.
It was starting to seem like a night a cold as this one wasn’t…the best to have gotten the urge to go out. She was almost knee deep in the snow and her legs were completely numb from it.
For the life of her the woman could not figure out why she hadn’t just been sensible and stayed on the road like any sane person would have done. Though…now that she was out here…she felt some sort of nasty tingle, like that of a sneeze right before you have one. It wasn’t a good feeling at all, and the woman looked around to try and figure out why she was getting this feeling.
As she walked closer to whatever it was, the feeling increased and she wrinkled her nose, finally seeing something. “Hello there?”
It looked like another person out here in the cold. Now, that wasn’t good. Perhaps…they were just lost? Or they were another ally or something like that. Though, why an ally would feel this way, she wasn’t quite sure.
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Posted: Sat Feb 04, 2012 6:34 pm
Remarque had been very near to kicking the snow out of his way so he could walk easier; he was lucky that Caelian had spoken aloud before he’d done so and made a fool of himself. It seemed only that when she spoke aloud that he became aware of the order aura she was radiating.
Slowly, he lifted his head and planted his hand on his hip, giving her a quick look over. He didn’t recognize her, which was either good or bad. It meant he’d have to start from scratch to sweet talk her—but also that she wasn’t immediately jumping to attack him. He’d taken all sorts of beatings in the past few week, and while no single senshi or knight had completely bested him, he had more than a few bruises that were still taking their time to heal. “Hey there,” he greeted in response, giving the page a look over.
She was older than he was used to seeing, and his mind drifted to Camelot for a short moment before he focused on her. “Not a good night to be out patrolling, is it?” he prompted casually, pretending like his feet didn’t feel like blocks of frozen ice. With her pale skin and white hair, she could have easily blended in for the scenery if not for her sugar-plum fairy-esque attire.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 8:02 pm
When the other figure spoke, Caelian relaxed slightly, giving a little chuckle. “No. It’s dreadfully cold out tonight. It’s too cold to be out here, in my opinion.” Well, at least he was polite, and rather civil, though. The page looked him over, trying to figure out what it was about him that made her feel as though she had just drank from a carton of sour milk.
“Is that what you’re doing? You’re out patrolling? That’s what they call it, hm?” It was such a funny word. Like they were all prison guards, out watching to make sure the prisoners stayed in their cells. “Well. I suppose that’s what I’m out here doing too. Though I’m not sure exactly what I’m patrolling for.” Monsters, she suspected, but she was still trying to figure out how to take care of the monsters if she did manage to find herself running into one.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 8:14 pm
"Yeaaaah," he drawled. "Patrolling."
To his knowledge, it was a phrase exclusive to senshi looking for trouble. He identified more as 'looking for charitable souls willing to donate to a good cause' but wasn't going to argue.
Though Caelian had not identified herself, Remarque assumed she was order aligned, though not a senshi. Which must have made her a page. He was iffy about pages for several reasons, the most prominent reasoning being because he had no idea how to convert them to his side or figure out a way to make them useful to the Dark Mirror Court. Senshi, they were worth wasting words on if you could try to befriend and convert them, but everyone else? Why even bother?
He offered the older woman a vaguely sympathetic look. "Are you new?" he asked, though it seemed a bit rhetorical and he continued, "Surely you had someone explain all those things to you before releasing you out into the world, right? Or did you just get a little push out here and were expected to figure everything out on your own?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 9:44 pm
This she understood. A little push. That was almost laughable. “It wasn’t a push so much as…I got stuck like this one night…If I hadn’t run into Camelot when I did, I might never have gotten unstuck. My name is Caelian. Page of Venus.” She held out a hand, giving a small smile, beginning to shiver just a little. “I’m not sure I can figure out what you are. You don’t look…or feel like another knight…are you one of the…senshis? I met one the other night.”
She was slowly getting more and more immersed with this world within the city, though it was taking quite some time. “I wish someone would just write a guide book. That would be most helpful, don’t you think? A guide to…whatever it is that we’re doing here.”
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 9:56 pm
The name Camelot instantly piqued Remarque's interest, though he wasn't about to just blurt, 'Hey, I know that guy!' Remarque had not, in fact, met Camelot. It was Jett's bias that hoped he never did.
With a charming smile, he extended his hand and gripped hers in a firm, yet not unfriendly, shake. "Super Sailor Remarque. Dark Mirror Senshi of Puppetry."
She was new enough, it seemed, that he didn't have to worry about her. Unless this was all some dreadfully clever ploy, in which he was quite guillibly falling into her trap. "Yes, hearsay is that you poor pages aren't treated very well. Have you considered investing time in allying yourself with a party outside the one you've been inducted in? Maybe the Negaverse? Very close knit society from what I hear. Friendly bunch, too."
He'd have offered her passage into the Dark Mirror Court if he had even the faintest idea of how to make that work, but given that they were all senshi, he doubted she would even remotely fit in there.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 9:49 am
The page gave a smile, then laughed. “Dark Mirror Senshi? What’s that mean?” Now that she knew what senshi were, thanks to that adorable little one, Ambrosia. But..Dark mirror. That sounded fancy. While…also being inconvenient. How were you supposed to see yourself if the mirror was dark?
She pondered this and let go of his hand, not really listening to him, but nodding, until the word Negaverse registered in her brain. Oh. Ambrosia had warned against that at the very least…
Caelian took a step back, shaking her head. “Why would I ally myself with someone who was my enemy? How does that make any sense what so ever?”
Things were slowly starting to piece themselves together in the page’s mind. Clearly…well. Maybe. This guy wasn’t on her side at all? Could there be senshi who weren’t…fighting for good things?
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 10:56 am
Remarque raised a brow, watching the woman curiously. "Well, first of all, if you allied yourself with them then they wouldn't be your enemy, now would they? He wore the same content, if not self satisfied, smile as he always did as he observed her.
"You seem a little new," he spoke, assuming such only because of her power level and lack of knowledge on the Dark Mirror Court. "So I don't expect you to know what you're dealing with. Be careful around the senshi though, they're a tricky batch. I've seen them do incredible harm and you don't seem like you've got a bad bone in your body, so I'd hate to see you get mixed up with them, Caelian."
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 11:19 am
The woman shook her head, taking another step backwards. “Right. Well, I don’t want to ally myself with chaos of any sort, thank you very much. I’ll decide for myself who is dangerous and tricky.”
She was swiftly forming an opinion of the “Dark Mirror” Senshi that stood before her, and it wasn’t a good opinion. “And, I don’t think I really want to associate with riff raff like you anymore, to be perfectly honest. You’re a bad egg…and you should just stop while you still have the chance.
Caelian gave a curt little nod, clutching her powder puff tightly, not sure what it could really do if they got into a fight, but, still holding it none the less. It was all she had.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 12:48 pm
Remarque blinked, frown now shadowing his features. “Oh, my. How rude. That’s the thing about you knights, though,” he said, taking a step towards her. He didn’t appear shy or afraid in the slightest, and now that he wasn’t sweet talking her, a darkness clung to his words. Gone was the softness he’d used, replace instead with an almost predatory air. “…You’re really a pain in the a**. Brash. Rude. Annoying. Violent, too. Your lot really have no purpose to exist. Except perhaps as slaves to the senshi. You’ll never be as strong as them, but—go ahead. Invest yourself in their lot. Personally, it’s your life. If you want to throw it away, fine. I just wanted to introduce you to the alternative before you got yourself killed.”
Naturally he’d take offense to being called ‘riff raff’ or a ‘bad egg’, so already he had a grudge against Caelian from where she’d thrown his kindness back in his face. He’d had every opportunity to attack her thus far and had restrained himself, thinking he’d done her a favor. Clearly it was an unappreciated gesture.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 4:17 am
The change in Remarque surprised Caelian. She was a little happy that her initial hunch was right…that he was a bad egg after all…but that didn’t mean she was ready for the threats. They worried her, to be honest. He felt stronger than she was, and she wasn’t really…a combat equipped kind of person…but…
She wasn’t a slave to the senshi. Knights…weren’t slaves to the senshi at all. That wasn’t what Ambrosia had said…and, well. Camelot hadn’t mentioned anything about senshi, but she really didn’t think that they were slaves to them at all.
“I think you should watch your tongue, young man.” She was growing angry, and held onto her powder puff tightly. “I am a Page of Venus, and as such. It’s my job to teach fools infected…with…” She struggled for the word, then seemed satisfied with one. “…With Chaos a lesson in what one should be fighting for!”
She lunged then, running as fast as she could, powder puff extended, thinking that if there were some powder left on it, maybe it would irritate the male’s nose.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 8:19 pm
When the powder puff collided with Sailor Remarque’s nose, he was almost instantly met with the tickling sensation of the powder as it clogged up his nose. The urge to sneeze was almost unbearable, though he tried to hold such off by sidestepping the woman, breathing in through his mouth.
“You’d be smart to watch who you insult around here, lady,” he said, annoyance in his voice. He had long since abandoned any belief that women should be treated differently than men in battle and wasn’t about to let some woman with a loose tongue ruin his evening. “You’re fighting for—what? The right to make the wrong decisions? Well then, go ahead. Let’s see how well you hold up when it’s more than words on the line,” he said—and lurched.
His hand curled into a fist and he held back very little energy as he slammed a punch right into the page’s stomach. He was aiming more to scare than hurt, but that didn’t mean he was going to present himself as a weakling just to chase away some woman who was already at a severe disadvantage given the difference in their power levels.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 12:59 pm
Caelian was about to open her mouth and respond to the boy’s threats, when she felt a very unpleasant pressure on her stomach. Oh..oh that was going to hurt very much in the morning. She felt the breath leave her lungs and made a weak coughing sound, falling backwards, clutching at her stomach.
She remained on the ground for a few moments, then sat up, coughing still. “Well..” She managed to choke out. “I would rather fight to make the wrong decisions then fight just to be an uncivilized bully like yourself.” She struggled to her feet, then shook her head. “I know I’m on the right side of this now. Thank you for making that much clear.”
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 1:06 pm
Remarque had made no effort to attack the woman while she was on the ground, and had very nearly reached a hand down to help her up. There was no satisfaction in his attack—surprising, given how belligerent he’d been feeling. “Yeah, yeah,” he finally grumbled. “Pig headed old woman. Be careful or you’ll find your death out here.” He was tempted to punch her again to emphasize the point, though refrained. Instead, Remarque just looked her over once more and then asked, locking eyes with her, “Who do you have that’s worth fighting for? That’s worth risking your life for?”
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